Last night was not your typical Low-Life. Sure, we played the usual fun stuff, but at the end of the night something miraculous happened. The amazing Lindsay The Bartender said these magic words: Here's Your Money. That's right... unbeknownst to us, we had moved from the realm of the free drink into the realm of the percentage of bar receipts. Woohoo! So now, not only do I spin records and drink for free... I spin records and drink and they fucking pay me to do it!! That's like getting paid to have a big, satisfying shit on a Sunday morning with a nice new magazine and the sports page. Hell, it's almost as good as getting paid to receive oral sex. I *heart* Rififi.
It occurs to me that I never mention what we actually play, so here's a small sample of what my beer-addled brain managed to retain:
Bacardi: Pete Schilling's "Major Tom" (Rad!), The Cure, The Smiths, Ride, The Sundays' "Here's Where the Story Ends" (he started off feeling a tad whimsical), Nirvana, Arcade Fire, "Atomic" by Blondie, Elastica, Joy Division ("Transmission"), Interpol, etc.
Me: Controller.Controller and Magneta Lane... I'm jocking Paper Bag Records lately. Bowie's "Watch that Man," Bloc Party (twice), The Clash, The Rapture (twice... by accident; I keep trying to play "Mind Your Own Business" by Delta 5, and every time I inadvertantly play "Out of the Races and onto the Tracks" instead.), Rogers Sisters, T. Rex, Soft Cell, "Strobe Light" by the B-52s, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and motherfucking Boston!!!
So, tonight all New Yorkers should head to Lit to see DEVA. A DEVO cover band fronted by two sexy and slightly warped ladies? Is that as fantastic as it sounds? Why yes, yes it is.
Finally, the management is proud to present this article about gay penguins. Thanks to Shannon for the link. Have a great weekend.
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